Mackenzie cannot help the roll of her eyes as he puts on his show. Honestly, itís pathetic. But he does use this quite a bit, and she does realize it will inconvenience him. Itís the smile that saves him.

ď...It can wait.Ē Without a second thought, she reaches for his hand and tugs him back toward their dwelling.

A small grin appears as she turns to face Jasper, sights flickering over him briefly. He isnít sleeping. She can tell. This would be made quick. ďI want to cut off access to certain streets,Ē she points up toward the grate. ďThere are too many ways into our home. I realize you use this often, so how heartbroken would you be if I killed it?Ē

Gray stares at the message, surprise evident. He seriously thinks.. it's fine. It's completely fine. It best to let it go on this way. It would only speed things up and get his partner out of the fire sooner. So, despite the twisting of his gut and the sinking of his heart, Gray sets the phone down.

There is no reservation as he thieves the square, but rather, she takes it right back once he's done. Sharing, after all, is caring. "Lilly's tastes best be met," raising a brow toward him, she puffs away before offering her smoke up once more. "And I require something specific as well."

Smirking, she looks at him pointedly. He opened this can of stripper worms, and he would deliver. "Thanks, Santa."

"Oh, you f-ckin' b-stard," Turning to follow him, she watches as he opens the drawer and peers inside at her mussed up stash. The door is closed behind her, and steps are taking to cross the room. A heavy pillow lifted from the bed before it is launched at the back of Jasper's head. "Pick something. We're going to have fun."

She really had thought she lost it, but Mackenzie simply got lucky when one of their own returned the head to her, her name crudely carved across its clammy forehead. She tosses it by the hair to Jasper as she approaches, a wild grin on her face. There is no time given to contemplate before he is met with a powerful hug just moments after. ďGood morning, Dear!Ē

Groaning, he glances toward the middle aged man at the bar, clearly waiting for his golden ticket that comes in the form of Gray. Sighing, he glances toward his phone again. He's in the doghouse, he knows it.

ďI have no idea,Ē Mackenzie laughs out the words, giving him a squeeze and lifting her head to press a ridiculous kiss to his cheek. This guy. Pulling out of his grasp, she takes his hand and begins to tug at him. ďLetís f-cking gooooooo. Iím starved.Ē A smirk would be passed to the man, and before anything else could be said, she is pulling him along.

Mackenzie grins when she hears him attempt to sing. Poor dear, he really is doing his best. It doesnít much matter, anyway. Heís grabbed her up and is spinning her heels before dipping and turning her. She f-cking loves every second of it. Breathless laughter continues to escape her and she steps forward to wrap him up in a grateful hug. ďI might have. How about lunch, and Netflix? Chill, a bit.Ē Leaning back, she looks up at him with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Keep trying, dear," Mackenzie grins as she feels the familiar hand attempting her pocket, turning to lean in toward Jasper and lowering her voice to a whisper. "Maybe you'll actually get something, soon."

Gray stares at his phone, mind numb and body rebelling against him. He is on a bender, and each time he begins to sober up, Jasper resurfaces in his mind. Jasper, and the sh-tty things he said to him. This is one of those times.

Those three telling dots would show up on Jasper's phone if he were to look at precisely the right time. Several messages typed and swiftly deleted by Gray; none are good enough. And then, they would disappear.

"To be fair, that isn't an inaccurate word for me...and yes I have shrooms, I know a lot of guys who sell them, but they usually just give them to me after I threaten to toss them from a building." He shrugs and tosses three gallon ziplock baggies to Jasp

Things are awkward. Moscow is cold in more ways than one, and Mackenzie needs nothing more than to keep her mood light. This is why booze was invented, though vodka is not her drink of choice, it seems that is what she gets. But, seeing Jasper walking her way, she bites back a smirk and waits until they are passing to land a resounding slap to his backside before lifting what little cash she can grab.

"I'll text the time too you," she mutters, glancing at her watch before setting about to gather her things. "I love you more, Jasp." She kisses into the phone before hanging up, pocketing her phone as her stony gaze would set about the area for anything she might have left behind.

"Thank f-ck," she mutters, leaning her head into the phone as she continues to hear her best friend speak. Brow raising, she is already feeling feisty. Need to go to Moscow? In her world, that means someone is getting f-cking stomped. "Out with it, Jasp."

Spring is dead.

She stops. Mackenzie is still as a statue for seconds before she turns her head to look at her intended meal. "Hold on just a second..."

There is a ruffle of noise as she sets the phone on the nearest surface, her hand peeling off the man's mouth before she takes his head in her hands. There would be a scream, cut off by a loud snap, followed by a minute of silence before she picks the phone up once again. This is normal, she reminds herself. Completely, utterly normal.

Mackenzie is having the time of her life. When her phone rings, she picks up, pressing it to her ear despite the breathless giggles that are erupting from her endlessly. Who knew murder could be so hilarious? "Jasp, dear, I f-cking miss you so much right now."

And then, he speaks. Her laughter ceases slowly, the tone of his voice catching her. She knows this man. She knows him well. This is not the tone of her sweet, handsome Jasper dear.

Her dinner begins to scream for help, and Mackenzie's hand moves fast to clamp over it, a steady glare aimed at the man. Chewing at her lip, she looks upward, preparing herself for the blow that is to come. "You're breaking up with me, then?"

His phone is chiming, and he cannot quite grasp the concept of talking with these people. He can't. Gray is totally shut down, unwilling to discuss anything. So, with a glance at Jasper, he pushes the phone toward the man before lifting the limp form of Spring. There are things that must be done. "Handle them. Don't tell them. Not yet."

"Oye," Mackenzie looks over her shoulder from where she is, leaning over her desk in attempt to reach something that had fallen between it and the wall. Nevermind doing things the easy way. "...I suppose you're allow that."

Upon his arrival, Mackenzieís squeal of delight over Jasperís presence is perfectly audibly. Her arms would snake around his waist, hugging the man warmly. With a grin, she looks up at him as her hands dip into his back pockets. ďTwo blocks? That was a long two blocks.Ē

Moments later, she would reveal her high dollar theft and wink. ďYou are too good to me.Ē

Setting his phone aside, Gray lets out a groan from his place beside Jasper. The bed is warm, comfortable, but he finds the need to move. Turning onto his side, he would trail kisses along the man's jaw as he speaks. "I'm going to Moscow. Just for a couple days. I just want to fix things with Spring."

Gray opens the door, glaring at the man immediately. He stands there for only a moment before making a grab for Jasperís shirt and pulling him in to wrap him up in his arms, kicking the door closed behind him. ďF-cking *******.Ē

"I mostly just get hangry, myself... though, that can end in a murder spree. Huh. Yeah. I guess it's not just dolphins."-stares off at this sudden realization--brings it back-"It was useless information until now, hm? Now I have a name to the face."-pulls out some cigs--offers-"I live for the radar. Idris Mowbry. My situation is... complicated."

"Now don't say that. I'm sure you got one or more in ya!"-chuckles-"Ah, Jasper Thompson. I remember your name in passing from years ago."-taps his temple-"Memory is like a vault. Mostly for useless knowledge. Did you know dolphin's go on killing sprees when sexually frustrated?"-is socially awkward--but owns it-

Staring at the screen, Gray doesnít know quite what to do. This is a lot. More than a lot. It is heavy, and he feels that weight easily. Feelings donít come easily to the man, and he finds himself quite still as he processes.

Gray waves over his shoulder, bowing his head but not stalling in his step once. He knows this game. Heís aware of it. But that doesnít make it any less bothersome. ďSeemed pretty straight forward to me, Jasper.Ē

"Don't you dare talk about Marky Mark that way," Mackenzie readjusts, turning her glare to the TV. "But... well, you usually have a good nose for that sh-t. I don't think Spring would do it, but she can definitely help..."

Without hesitation, she tugs her phone from her pocket and proceeds to text her twin b-tch. "I am sure she can make some magic happen. This is our good deed for the day, Jasp."

"I try to be culturally relevant..." she mutters, taking the bottle as the opening credits roll. Taking a drink, she tosses him a look before turning her attention. "Besides, you'd just turn on f-cking Transformers."

Smirking at the mention of Gray, she tilts her head back and looks at him. "He doesn't like anyone. He just walks around with a stick up his arse all day, throwing people dirty looks and getting Spring all riled up about latkes. He's washed up, Jasp, and he knows it. It's sad, really."

That electric, icy stare meets Jasper's dark squall as she drinks straight from the bottle. Vodka isn't precisely her cup of tea, but she is feeling different. She wants a change. "What were you doing in the lab? It's a f-cking lab, Jasp. Of course there's going to things. I mean, it takes effort to wake them up, now..."

She follows him inside, closing the door behind her with her foot. Within seconds, she is on the couch and tucking herself against him comfortably. Remote in hand, she navigates the TV until she finds an acceptable chick flick: 10 Things I Hate About You.

"Honestly," she sighs, taking one more sip before passing the bottle off, "I'll go kill them tomorrow. It's fine."

In the safety of Death, Gray Taylor walks through the hall with a gun in hand. He isn't far from his destination. Paces, really. The man is on autopilot, until he sees another walking toward him, going the opposite direction. A set of steel eyes would lock into his, a fiery brew of emotions storming behind them upon recognition. Not a word is spoken before he disappears into the lab.

There's a thing, in a fridge, that must be dealt with. Gray Taylor locks the door behind him.

JasperIt would probably be better in person.His name is Derek.Beautiful, he is.I think he said it is 420 Me St.Or you can send it to the Den in NY.I tend to stay there. A lot.You get settled. Then we drink.Got to catch up with the rude Irish one too.The Redcoat likes if you bite his fingers.Just saying.

ďSo you are to blame for her inability to be loyal? Good to know.Ē The corners of his mouth turn upward into a Cheshire grin, and he steps in just slightly, shameless. His hands are shoved into his pockets, elbows tucked in but relaxed. Gray is taking the bait, on purpose.

But he says nothing. Instead, he merely takes a slightly closer look. The man is interesting, that is for certain. The exact opposite of himself, to be precise. ďWhat makes you special, Jasper?Ē

At the mention of Mackenzie, Gray barely flinches. His opinions of the woman are strong, and he could alienate half the Realm with them. Or, make friends. It all depends on who he is talking to. Heís not judging. Not at all. ďLucky you. Tell me, does she miss her Sanctuary?Ē

ďYou are completely full of sh-t,Ē Gray annunciates clearly, each consonant sounding off softly but directly. He isnít quite sure how this man found his way here, but it doesnít take much to realize that this would be his burden. ďHow did you come to find Spring? Follow my wallet?Ē

There is a telling sigh that escapes Gray as that steady, stormy gaze remains fixed on Jasper. The man is aggressive, and the things heís heard are common, if not irritating. ďGray Taylor,Ē his sights flicker over Jasper briefly. ďAnd you are?Ē

Grinning, she meets his gaze with an equally wicked look and pushes herself to stand, marching over to where her heels wait to be retrieved. It takes seconds to shove them upright and slip her feet into them.

Mackenzie half-tosses the phone to rest upon the surface of the table, watching it slide to a rest before meeting Jasper's gaze. "Julian is the reason Sine Metu fell. You know that? It is his fault." She would never forgive the boy for that. He'd practically slept with the enemy, inviting them in.

Mackenzie is seething. More and more, she is finding the flaws in those she once counted as friends. They would lay their blame on her, but she would turn right around and set the record straight. And so, she would go right into it all. Edward, and how he intentionally drove down standings. The way he declared war, and why. And how, after all that, no one bothered to check in. "It's not loyalty that's dead, Jasp. It's honor."

"Jasp!" Mackenzie hisses as she makes a beeline for the man, bare feet padding heavily with each rushed step. The woman practically vaults the coffee table to get to him, nearly colliding into him haphazardly. "Jasper. Jasp."

It is immediately clear that the weather is stormy with a 95% chance of salt, today. Mackenzie would thrust her phone into his hands as she makes her declaration. "Can you believe the nerve? It's like we never existed? And also sided with my ex-f-cking-husband? And then- Jasper. There is so much... so much..."

You're right. He is going to be pissed.
UV blocking windows aren't cheap...
-Musing costs, still grinning-
-Turns to watch the door-
I've never actually seen him angry.
-Stands and cracks necks-
Challenge, accepted.

Jasp, I love you, but I don't want that on my phone.
-Takes a step back, looks him over-
I never would have guessed you were hairy. Huh.
-Grins-
-Invades his personal space, takes selfie-
How does this Snapchat thing work, again...

ďAm I?Ē Gray casts an amused stare, not moving from where he stands despite the clear challenge presented. A slow, twisted grin would curl the corners of his mouth upward before he finally looks away. Is that a rat tail? ďOr maybe I just know that patience has quite the payoff.Ē